So. Click if you want to read just nonsense angst and shit.
I’m kind of terrified of going to Thailand.
For the first time in my life, I am scared of going somewhere. I’ve flown all over the world by myself. I’ve gone places where I don’t speak the language before. I’ve gone places without planning at ALL.
But there is something very lonely about this trip. Yes, it’s with M’s family and with friends. L is going too. But lately I’m struggling to figure shit out and maybe this isn’t good timing to go so far away. Or maybe it’s the best timing? This is really insane rambling I don’t even know.
All I know is right now I just want to hide for a little while and I don’t have anywhere to go.